We are in the wilderness, I am the god of time travel

In this way, after hundreds of years of looting by the four bandits, the fun of looting was finally satisfied.

For those things that were not very good, they were no longer like bandits, and several people began to practice in retreat frequently.

Occasionally, I also taste the best famous brew brewed by Zi'er using countless innate elixirs and innate spirit fruits, as long as I taste it, there will be an endless vitality flowing in the body, and the cultivation will increase for a hundred years.

At the same time, the body and mind will also be extremely comfortable, and the rich natural breath will come to the face, if you are in the boundless forest, the mind can be tempered and become flawless.

During this period, every time a period of time, Fang Hao would go on a trip to the immortal realm with everyone, or go to other worlds to play.

With such stop-and-go, occasional retreats, and the guidance of Zi'er, who had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, Fang Hao's cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Even Zi'er, because she had obtained a lot of top-level innate elixirs and refined the pills taken by Da Luo Jinxian, her cultivation had skyrocketed.

It's not a bad retreat like this.

Later, Fang Hao simply retreated all day long, each time for a month or two, and after the retreat, he tasted the fairy fruit and immortal brew, which could not only enjoy the deliciousness, but also improve his cultivation, which was extremely comfortable.

Only when I am bored, I walk 108,000 miles.

On this day, Fang Hao was in retreat, looking at the silver-white little sword in front of him.

The spatial cracks as thin as a hair filled the surroundings of the white knife, and the chilling and domineering sword intent had disappeared without a trace, as if it was an ordinary silver-white knife.

"The sword intent is in the body, the knife is about to transform, I'm really looking forward to it!" Fang Hao was extremely satisfied with this proud power.

However, if other people fight against this small sword, they will not think that this is an ordinary small sword, but a terrifying big killing weapon.

Thinking of the strength of the transparent little sword before, it was shocking to kill the Taiyi Golden Immortal in an instant, even if it was the Taiyi Golden Immortal who was bound by Zi'er's supernatural powers.

This silver-white little sword looked so ordinary compared to usual, Fang Hao would definitely not think that this little sword was harmless, but it was a hundred times stronger than before!

This silver-white little sword was the condensation of Fang Hao's intermittent retreat comprehension over the past ten thousand years, as well as the sword intent that he had learned from the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Containing the rules of breaking boundaries and the rules of shuttle, a sword is out, the sky is annihilated, and time is reversed.

"All my cells have been combined into the Mustard Na Sumeru Formation, and there is endless space inside my body, refining hundreds of millions of spaces into my body, and I have entered the Dacheng of the merger stage. "

"However, I don't think this is enough, the cells in the body are not strong enough, the space is not stable enough, the golden cells in the body must be strengthened, and then the spatial strength in the mustard Nasumeru space formation must be enhanced. Fang Hao thought in his heart.

Looking at the incomparably terrifying little white sword in his hand, Fang Hao thought of a dangerous way, that is, to temper his true body with the white sword of spiritual condensation.

If it is feasible, then the hardness of his body will increase by leaps and bounds, and it will not be a problem to get infinitely close to the true body of an immortal saint.

"Try it, if you fail, you will be injured and recuperate for 1,800 years at most. "

"If it succeeds, the cultivation speed will not rise like a rocket!" A strong will appeared in Fang Hao's heart.

The kind of retreat in the flood wilderness for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of years, for Fang Hao, it was simply unbearable for this kind of turtle-like speed.

For those gods and demons who had a slow cultivation speed, it was normal for them to only be promoted to the first rank in a hundred thousand million years, but Fang Hao couldn't feel it.

So, he took the risk.

Under the urging of the thought, a sword qi thinner than a hair emanated from the silver-white small sword, instantly burrowing into Fang Hao's capillaries, and began to destroy unscrupulously in Fang Hao's body.

The flesh and blood of the meridians, which were ten thousand times harder than steel, broke in front of the sharp and domineering sword rays, and suddenly, Fang Hao's whole body began to flow golden blood.

It was so painful, it was as painful as Ling Chi's execution, Fang Hao began to overflow with beads of sweat all over his body, sweat and blood mixed together, looking extremely miserable.

In his microscopic consciousness, Fang Hao could clearly see that his cells were constantly cracking, and the cells that were as hard as steel were as fragile as a chicken and a dog in front of the sharp sword qi.

Eventually, the cells that destroyed and died began to regroup and revive under the power of the Genshin clones in the cells.

It is evident that the cell stiffness after resuscitation is a little stronger than before.

"It worked!".

Fang Hao couldn't help but be ecstatic, starting from his fingers, he destroyed his body cells inch by inch, and the attached space inside the cells also began to shatter, and a breath of destruction erupted, and then it was absorbed by the white little sword.

His mind instantly turned into billions, and while controlling the countless sword rays to destroy just right, while frantically running the Heavenly Sword Gate's immortal cultivation exercises, he saw that the huge amount of innate spirit stones that had already been paved around him decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the torrent of Dao golden innate spiritual qi rushed into his body.

In Fang Hao's body, where those golden aura torrents passed, the flesh and blood healed one after another, becoming more shiny and harder than before.

In this way, Fang Hao fell into a terrifying painful cultivation, a hundred times more painful than Ling Chi's execution, the cells of his whole body were torn apart by the domineering sword for a while, and then healed in the torrent of golden innate aura.

Subsequently, the cells after the metamorphosis were rearranged and combined into the mustard Nasumeru formation, and the spatial formation was re-formed.

In this way, as time passed, Fang Hao completely sank into this terrifying cultivation method, his body was completely submerged in the silver-white sword rays, and the torrent of Dao golden spiritual energy also rushed into it like a flood, but it couldn't stir up the slightest splash.

In this way, Fang Hao completely fell into a deep level of cultivation and entered a kind of mysterious cultivation realm.

At this moment, his consciousness had been lost in pain and entered a world of swords.

In this world, he saw all kinds of swords stuck in the giant mountain.

There are thousands of sharp blades that exude a cold atmosphere, hundreds of millions of divine swords that stand between heaven and earth, eerie magic swords, and hundreds of millions of demon swords that are murderous.

If Fang Hao's consciousness was sober, he could find that the sword path seed hidden in the golden divine blood had been opened, and the Dao sword path rules were absorbed by the sword path seed.

In this world of swords, every time Fang Hao climbs a sword mountain, he will feel the artistic conception of the sword in it.

One sword mountain after another was conquered by Fang Hao, feeling all kinds of sword intents in it, his sword dao realm became stronger and stronger, and he didn't know the passage of time.

Eventually, Fang Hao's consciousness came back to life, and the intense pain made his scalp tingle.

In this world of swords, there are still five sword mountains that stand tall in the sky and the earth that have not yet been conquered, exuding an incomparably vast momentum, impacting each other.